Magician in Type-Moon

There are 5 months left until the Holy Grail War.

London, England

Clock Tower

"You wish to contact the former Grand Marshal of the Magic Path? Forgive my bluntness, but your magician rank registration in the Clock Tower is merely that of a junior official, which is not enough for you to have the opportunity to contact that great one."

Hana Ryori looked at the short old man in front of her. His hairless bald head and limbs were old and atrophied like a mummy. His eyes, which were hidden deep in his sunken eye sockets, were cloudy. He was a strange old man whose appearance and aura were "about to die".

But in the Magic Association, there are many such elderly people, none of whom are particularly noteworthy.

"Are you sure you mean that the person known as the Archmage, the Jewel Zellridge, the Kaleidoscope, and the Second Magician has granted you the authority to communicate with him? Please register your name so I can contact the association to confirm for you."

"Machiri Zorgen".

"Okay, please wait here for a moment."

Hana no Ryori stepped out of the reception room, adjusted her half-rimmed glasses, and slightly rolled up the long sleeves of her kimono.

She couldn't help but rub her forehead. After all, she had just joined the Legal and Political Science Department and was assigned to do such a tricky task, which was somewhat frustrating.

This kind of trivial matter of contacting a magician is not normally handled by the Department of Law and Politics, but what can we do when the old man inside wants to contact the former Grand Marshal of the Magic Path?

Who would have thought that the monarch of the Department of Law and Politics, "Bartholomew Loreleia," would happen to be the current generation's Grand Marshal of the Magic Path?

Any matter involving the previous Grand Marshal of the Demonic Path must be confirmed by the current Grand Marshal of the Demonic Path before it can be approved.

And the old man who came was a magician of the highest rank.

However, since the person requesting communication was a big shot like the "Second Magician," the association initially thought it was just an "April Fool's joke" and dismissed the matter to the newcomer.

But the token the old man finally revealed turned the farce into a reality that had to be faced.

Given the current situation, Ryori Hana had no choice but to report it to the association's higher-ups.

After a while, the door to the reception room was opened.

"Hello, I am Gold Mujik from the Legal and Political Department. The association has decided that I will take over this matter."

The newcomer was a middle-aged man with slicked-back short, slicked-back blond hair. He had a thick, bushy nose with a tuft of blond mustache and a huge beer belly.

His attire consisted of a white, fitted German-style aristocratic suit with gold trim, making him look like a comical "pig with its legs tied."

"Ah, Mr. Machiri Zorgen, we are ready to report your request to the monarch, but for some reason, we need you to provide some proof. Is it convenient for you here?"

Gold had originally planned to scare away the old man who had come to "cause trouble" in a rather aggressive manner.

Although the old man in front of me had been a member of the plant family at the Clock Tower for two hundred years, the surname "Zorgen" had not been active at the Clock Tower for two hundred years.

(Zoken Matou's original name was Machiri Zorgne. After moving to Japan due to the Holy Grail War, he changed his original name to his current surname and his original surname to his current first name.)

This means that the old man is not a popular figure.

Even with the "Gemstone Elder's" token, it's better to avoid trouble if you can easily get rid of him.

But as soon as Gold entered, he sensed an unusual atmosphere. The old man's single glance sent chills down his spine.

So the positions were completely reversed in the ensuing conversation, and Gold could only try to find another way to fool the old man.

However, Zouken Matou, who was prepared, tossed out a 200-year-old document from his pocket. He had already thoroughly exploited this form of bureaucracy back then.

Gold picked up the document and began to read it. As he read, he felt the air become somewhat stuffy, and he unconsciously took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

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Gold looked at the documents in his hand and muttered to himself:

"He obtained the qualification of the ceremonial position in the sixteenth century, and he was a friend of that von Hohenheim Paracelsus."

"Hey, hey, hey, that's the magician who created the Philosopher's Stone! He's been out of the power center of the Clock Tower for two hundred years, so why does he still have such a long history?"

Gold glanced at the documents in his hand and then furtively looked at the old man sitting opposite him, unsure of what to do next.

"Is there something wrong with my documents? Don't they have the association's mark that can be verified using magic?"

Seeing that Gold was hesitant to speak, Zouken Matou was slightly dissatisfied, so he asked the question first.

"Ah, no, no, it's just that the old gentleman's file was so impressive that I was a little mesmerized by it."

Although Gold also came from a Magic dynasty, he was somewhat flustered in the face of an event of this magnitude.

Fortunately, someone came to the rescue; the arrival of Hana no Ryori broke the awkward atmosphere.

She walked over to Gold and whispered:

"The token has been confirmed as genuine by Lord Barthemello, but the association wants to resolve this matter without contacting him as much as possible. If that's not possible, they need to know his purpose."

"Furthermore, this Machiri Zorgne is one of the creators of the Fuyuki Grand Grail, and the organizer of the magic competition in which El-Melloi was mainly involved, so this matter can be less strict."

Zouken Matou glanced at the two whispering figures, feeling slightly helpless. The surname "Zorgen" had indeed withdrawn from the center of power at the Clock Tower and no longer had the ability to directly interfere in the association's internal affairs.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone through this channel, and would have had to face two immature kids, waiting for them to decide his demands.

"Mr. Machiri Zolgen, what difficulties have you encountered that have led you to seek help?"

Gold decided to take a roundabout approach, subtly probing to understand the old man's purpose.

“No.” Zorgren’s answer was straightforward, leaving Gold somewhat dumbfounded.

“Oh, is that so, sir? As you know, Lord ‘Gemstone Elder’ is extremely busy. Even if we try to contact him now, it might take several days to establish a connection with him.”

"You come from the Mage's Association, and as you know, there's basically nothing the Association can't solve. So, if you're in trouble, even without going through Lord 'Jewel Mage,' we might be able to help you."

Hana no Ryori tried to ease the tension, but the old man seemed unmoved.

"unnecessary!"

The old man in front of me was completely unyielding, just like a stubborn old man in an ordinary family, and this one was even more of a stubborn old man who was two or three hundred years old.

“Mr. Machiri Zorgen, we need to at least understand your needs before we can help you solve your problem.”

Gold tried to persuade the old man to reveal more information, but the old man just kept repeating "no" and "no need".

“My request is simply to have a dialogue with the ‘Gemstone Elder’.” Zorgen’s resolute attitude left Gold and Hana no Ryori feeling helpless.

The two exchanged a glance, realizing that things might have reached that point.

"Then it's time to pass the buck to higher-ups!"

Even junior staff members have their own way of dealing with things; if something is difficult, just don't touch it.

If it's something they can't decide, then they shouldn't get too involved.

“Mr. Machiri Zorgn, we understand your request. However, contacting that person will take some time. Please stay nearby for a while, and we will notify you as soon as we make contact.”

Gold and Hana no Ryori weren't sure if the association's higher-ups would try to contact "Gemstone Elder," but their current focus was on keeping the old man in front of them calm; what happened next was irrelevant to them.

"The token I gave contains the magic of the 'Jewel Spirit.' The association should only need to use it to establish a connection with the 'Jewel Spirit' in an instant, right?"

Zouken Matou saw through their thoughts and retorted.

"this..."

"Fine, three days it is. I hope you can give me an explanation in three days."

Looking at the two people in front of him, Zouken Matou understood that they did not have the right to decide this matter.

But he knew the association was unlikely to handle the matter too harshly, since it wasn't in their best interest.

Or perhaps being able to contact "Gemstone Elder" could just meet the needs of another group of people.

After saying that, Zouken Matou got up and left the reception room.

After watching Zouken Matou leave, both Hana no Hisa and Gold breathed a sigh of relief, as if some burden had finally been lifted from their shoulders.

It's hard to imagine that the woman known as the "Snake of the Law and Politics Department" would ever cause her such headaches.

......

The Clock Tower's education system is biased towards the professional system of universal universities.

Weber Fairvet, who had just finished class at the El-Melloi classroom, where the famous "prodigy" Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald of the Clock Tower was enrolled, walked alone in the corridor outside the classroom.

Why are you all alone?

As a "genius" who accumulated knowledge through semi-self-study in a remote town and was eventually recruited by the Clock Tower, the headquarters of the Magic Association that governs magicians worldwide, he must be "arrogant".

Of course, this is just a joke; the reality is...

The Fairvitt family's magician lineage has only continued for three generations.

Among the scholarship students studying at the Clock Tower, many are scions of prominent families with lineages spanning six generations or more.

In terms of the density of magic markings inherited over generations and the number of magic circuits developed with each generation, Waver is indeed slightly inferior to the descendants of those orthodox magician families.

The reality is quite cruel. The mainstream faction of the Clock Tower consists of a group of privileged students who are arrogant because of their long family lineage, and their sycophantic followers who surround them all day long.

They also determined the values ​​of the Magic Association, and even most of the instructors were no exception.

These instructors focused most of their attention and expectations on students from prestigious families, refusing to teach magic to researchers like Weber who came from humble backgrounds, and even refusing to let them read magic books.

Weber was unwilling to follow the crowd, so he naturally distanced himself from the mainstream.

During this period of study, his dissatisfaction grew, forcing Weber to take action.

In order to impeach the conservative system of the Mage's Association, Waver wrote a paper entitled "On the Path of Magic in the New Century." He spent three years conceiving this paper and one year writing it, and he even wrote it down in class.

He explored his arguments again and again, reflecting deeply and developing a well-thought-out and logically sound argument.

Just now, this "masterpiece" was finally finished. But when he finished writing it, he found that everyone around him had already left. It turned out that get out of class had ended three hours ago.

But Weber's spirits were soaring. He had already chosen his reviewer, Kenneth, the lecturer from the class.

"As a child prodigy, he must understand the value of this paper, right?"

With this in mind, and recalling that Kenneth had never discriminated against "students from poor families" like him, he thought about it.

He was actually quite pleased with himself at that moment, like a novice author who, just as he was about to publish his book, was already convinced that his work would be a blockbuster and would bring a "major earthquake" to the mundane literary world.

Lost in his fantasy, Weber's steps became lighter and faster than ever before, and he even let out strange, inexplicable laughs from time to time.

"Crack~"

Weber fell straight to the ground, bumping into a strange-looking bald old man.

Before he could even get up from the ground, Weber began apologizing, all the while wondering, "Why did he fall down when he's just a frail old man?"